Page 113 of Of Skulls Of Shackles

And then pushed all the way in.

A soft “Oh”fell from my lips, and a sweating See lowered his face close to mine. Heat rose in me in a wave, and at the peak of it, I shuddered. I shuddered, and I did not stop because the heat did not dissipate. I was trapped in it and slave to it. This feeling. Ancients had not prepared me for this. There was no tension in me. No fight. No resistance.

See did not miss any bit of it. He did not stop moving either.

I gasped suddenly at a brief break in my shaking. I gasped as if for air. I had been dragged across the ground, but now I could kick and claw again.

I found my voice to scream. I dragged in another breath and turned my head to shriek. His name. My demands. The impossible entirety of whatever this was.

“Perantiqua.” He turned my face back. “I will have it all.”

I sobbed on the bed, feeling my tears running onto the sheets. “There cannot be more to give.”

“But there is, my unclaimed queen.” He kissed me then, and I latched onto the distraction as though in a mindless fever. See broke it off and kissed down my neck.

I panted and the slight keening edge to every breath was the least of my concerns. The fullness of his cock was not so unbearable now, though heat still flushed me and trembles remained.

See pushed forward, and his eyes glazed. “You will never feel fuller than when I am about to find completion. Until we share that.. you remain too untouched and too free of me.

Nerves settled deep in my stomach at the idea of more fullness.

He withdrew and rested on his side beside me. He inserted his middle finger in me, and I sighed, deeply grateful for the smaller size. I needed some part of him, but… “I needed a break.”

His laughter rumbled. “So did I.”

I turned my head to look at him. “From me?”

“From feeling the perfect wetness, tightness, and warmth of you,” he said, then groaned low. “You lure me truly, and I no longer care to escape.”

He flipped me, and pulled me down the bed onto hands and knees.

I screamed as See pushed two fingers into me, and then moaned a begging cry when his tongue licked a line from my entrance to my lower back. I lowered my face to the bed and pressed my ass higher.

His fingers pounded me, and he groaned without stop into my hot flesh. I was pushed to satisfaction that was familiar and needed and far easier to comprehend. I shouted through it, excited for more.

Ready for more.

See roared and pulled his fingers free.

I yelped as his cock drove in, and then there was no mercy. He could not give that to me anymore. I did notwantmercy from this king.

My scream knew no end, and I shoved back against him. Our bodies slapped. His snarls and roars and furious shouts were no quieter.

He swelled within me rapidly, though, and my shoving abruptly stopped as I froze out of some fear I might burst. “See?” I said uncertainly.

“This is My End,” he said, but perhaps not to me.

“See,” I cried out. I would burst.

“Now you are nearly full,” he said in broken fragments. We, both of us, were unraveling. Nothing would be left.

A limpness had creeped into my voice. “Nearly.”

“Nearly,” he replied in the same thick tone.

We were half gone already.

But See pressed a finger against my ass, and then in. The fullness of this was already well beyond my comprehension, but he raised another scream from me just when I had thought screams robbed from me.

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